Tired Warrior
please God,
you can stop now
the strongest soldiers
do not want all the battles
you continue to send us
please God,
you can stop now
the strongest soldiers
do not want all the battles
you continue to send us
we are a secret to most
everyone but ourselves
as we blast queer joy
in your hunked up jeep
teasing each other about
who we might be if real
ness wasn’t served, if
we didn’t give up tight
jeans and a septum ring
so soon. what world
have we left behind
this bright side so shielded
ashamed, despite love
in all directions.
I tell you my perversions
during breakfast, eating
eggs stupidly slow. You
take my plate then hold
me and I forget how to cry.
A teacher has an understanding heart
A teacher is one who is sensitive, kind and musically in tune
A teacher is one who knows the importance of bringing a 3rd grade girl into the life of Christina Rossetti’s poetry
A teacher is one who has ignited human feeling into what could have been a dull subject
A teacher is one who knows that feeling warmth is vital for growing the soul of a child
It was Carl Jung who noted the many significant psychological influences on children especially those who are exposed to the unlived life of a parent,
He also was the one who shined light on the importance of play,
And he capably shared the insightful match, which lights the darkness of being and noted this as our mere existence.
Gratitude to you C. Jung for your many pearls . . .
My friend remembers the name
of a show I mentioned to her in passing
two weeks ago.
I told her I loved it
and she remembered
its name.
My brother texts me
to ask if I’ve made any progress
with the cute guy who works
at the ice cream shop down the street.
I have not–he’s almost left my mind by now,
but my brother remembers.
Little moments
that become grand gestures.
Sentences turned into pages
just to say
“something about you is enough
to keep you in my mind.”
What a beautiful thing,
to be loved.
What a rarer one
to be known.
there’s something
I could write about
by spending the day
painting an old farmhouse
that overlooks a pond
with spiny softshell turtles
who swim away unafraid
while peacocks call out
in that exotic noise
from across a deep river
maybe there’s something
on how the sky looked
with white and dark clouds
in the shifting light
a place where some
future person will sit
where I spent hours
making sure
to follow the grain
ensuring that the banister
looks aesthetically pleasing
to someone
that won’t
give it a second glance
but this tank is empty
and there’s more painting
to be done
avocado BLT with extra aioli
on a toasted croissant
breakfast at Nico’s Café’
from my table, a perfect view
of Kroger, a dreaded nightmare
aisles of continuous choices
I’d pay someone to shop for me,
probably wouldn’t suit me
an old man sits down with
his back to me blocking
my view / what giant ears
reminds me of a Disney
character / a gust of wind
might do the trick / how I’d like
to soar somewhere anywhere
breakfast is good / what
was I thinking about?
